Summary: Look only at me. Want only me. Be mine only. Otherwise, I'll break you. Dark!Kurama and Botan.
Warnings: crazy Kurama, strong sexual innuendos, profanities, drug use (no, not those things you get addicted to in real life. When I mean drug, I mean like, plant drugs... if that makes sense), explicit and mostly rough smut (sorry, I just like that kind of thing), kinks, blood and possible gore, kidnapping and entrapment. And because this is a dark romance fic, a lot of insanity and psychological trauma. Not to forget obsession, of course. There's gonna be a very good dose of that.
Due to the aforementioned warnings, the relationship between the two characters in this fanfic will most likely be toxic and abusive. Note that I don't condone this in real life, nor do I support any of the things mentioned above if it's happening in reality. This is only for the sake of the story. If you don't like this, please don't read.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.
Chapter 12
Blood splattered all over stony pavement under his feet as Kurama gave a sharp flick of his wrist, the Rose Whip in his hand promptly sheathing around a cat demon's neck before roughly wrenching it into half. Another pair of demons of wolf origins dashed towards him at high speed, claws and teeth glinting as they readied to tackle him to the ground and shower him with assaults at the same time. Whatever strategy they had schemed proved to be nothing but futile attempts though, as Kurama gracefully leapt out of their way, watching with a wicked grin on his visage as they fell face-first to the ground. The fight still blazing within them, the two demons shakily tried to get up, only to be rendered limbless as Kurama maneuvered his Rose Whip in various directions and sliced them into bits. The once brown-colored ground was painted a dark crimson as gore spurted out of their sockets and splashed all around him, staining all over the blinding white buttoned up shirt Kurama was clad in.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Hiei charging head-first into a bird demon before plunging his katana deep into the other's guts. His opponent let out a blood-curdling scream before yielding to death's grip as Hiei placed the sole of his shoes on his chest, kicking him off of his sword. Blood dripped down the tip of the metal weapon as Hiei carved the throat of another demon sprinting from behind him.
Carnage was unfolding from all around them, and Kurama suppressed a delicious shudder from racking down his spine as he threw his head back, a sinister smile outlining his lips as he relished in the sounds of shrill cries of terror from their prey. He had forgotten the thrill of a hunt until he all but ruthlessly butchered half of a five hundred man party, the other half decidedly handled by Hiei. The pleasure of having someone writhing and struggling, begging to be spared before he would rip them to shreds was nothing compared to the warmth of ichor dribbling down his fingers. It had been a long time since he allowed his more monstrous self to rear its ugly head, having its own fun on its mindless killing spree. Albeit he hid under the pretense of providing assistance to Hiei in order to wipe out a group of resistance rebelling against Mukuro. However, the brief glances of interest that he earned from Hiei on a few occasions during the one-sided battle were more than testimony enough to hint at Kurama that his partner had noticed his underlying intentions. Not that Hiei minded, of course.
"Heh. Mukuro always lets me deal with the small fries," Hiei grumbled under his breath as he landed a sharp kick against the rib of a lifeless demon to hoist his body from his feet. He had the misfortune of falling on Hiei shoes before expelling his last breath.
Kurama distinctly caught the slight frustration in Hiei's otherwise neutral timbre, a smirk reaching to touch the corners of his lips as he sensed the restless waves of tension emitted from Hiei's demon energy. No doubt his friend wanted more of a challenge. He couldn't blame him - despite their large numbers, not one of their victims were gifted with exceptional strength and it had been relatively easy for the two to eradicate them. It had taken about a half an hour, Kurama had counted. Although the feeling of inflicting fear to his prey was nothing short of sadistic euphoria, Kurama himself sought to render a strong demon to their knees. It wouldn't do good to go around cutting up every demon he would come across though. Even this entire violent bouts of genocide was in the hopes of preserving Mukuro's authority, albeit it had been carried out in a considerably brutal manner.
"I may be inclined to agree with your vexation," the redhead finally responded with a touch of amusement in his voice, though disappointment was evident in its prime. "It has been quite some time since we've last fought, hasn't it?" After all, no threat was around the corner and everything was more or less peaceful for the last few years. "I suppose I expected a lot more. Though it doesn't come as a surprise, I suspect, considering we were dealing with a group of hotheads." The smirk on his mouth broadened just a tad bit as a recollection of Yomi abruptly entered the recesses of his mind.
Hiei didn't need to use his Jagan eye to understand the double meaning behind his words. "Was that why you betrayed Yomi and hired that guy to render him sightless? I must say, you are quite ferocious."
"Being foolish and reckless will do nothing for you but land you in trouble," Kurama murmured as he remembered the time Yomi had subtly threatened to take his mother's life if he didn't offer his aid as an advisor. The poor attempt at exploiting his weakness still aggravated him to this day, but he kept his more animalistic side under wraps even as his insides nevertheless roared for the need of tearing Yomi apart. Although years had passed since the messy ordeal, Kurama still held a small tinge of vengeance towards his blind former partner.
"Yomi was the epitome of a halfwit letting the power get to his head," he went on calmly, quelling the brewing anger building in his chest. "I had to do what it took to get rid of him, or else he would have killed more of my subordinates in his greedy quests for riches. He was prone to charging in blindly without so much as a strategy."
Hiei whirled his gaze towards him to regard him with a small frown embedded on his forehead. He had heard a few times before about Yomi from Kurama, and though the fox demon who was secretive by nature didn't divulge in too much details for Hiei to actually catch a glimpse of his more personal affairs, it had been adequately attested a number of times that Kurama didn't really take kindly to his partners nor subordinates acting on their own accord without discussing anything with him beforehand. Kurama placed great importance in planning before taking further actions, after all, and he presumably shared a lot of arguments with Yomi in the past when the latter was more hot-blooded. Hiei harbored no judgemental views towards the blind demon though, considering the fact that he was once in the same shoes.
It was hard not to lose yourself in the feeling that you were the strongest when it came to the realm of chaos where they resided. But there would always be adversaries more powerful than you - and Hiei had experienced it firsthand a few times before. Yomi, on the other hand, had the cataclysm to go through far worse - getting his sight robbed from a puny demon ordered by none other than the person he thought was his saviour and best friend. It had been a grave mistake on his part for him to assume Kurama would put his feelings before his ambitions, and it was the same obtuse faith in Kurama that had rendered him blinded with hatred when he found out about the fox's stabbing him behind his back, feeling nothing short of pure betrayal. Yomi might have been a fool, but Kurama had worse issues. Although Hiei was well aware that Kurama's more implacable streak had subsided over the years of being showered with maternal love from his mother and bonding with Yusuke and the rest, he was still able to discern the touch of malice unmistakable in his peridot-colored irises from time to time, the look causing freckles of gold to peek through his long, thick eyelashes. It was the same kind of look he would adopt when he would mercilessly steal the lives of others, the familiar expression he would endorse when he would look at her. Hiei loathed to admit it, but that tiny part of Kurama frightened him.
"Well, whatever," Hiei began in an attempt to alternate the subject to something else as he subdued the small shudders of terror trailing down to the base of his spine. "Thanks for your help anyway. Though it was basically unnecessary for you to tag along," he snorted at the redhead as he wiped the blood off of his katana using the clothes of one of the corpses lying strewn all around his feet.
Kurama's eyes flashed at him in time for a mocking grin to tug at the edges of his lips. "Good lord, Hiei. You know I would never turn down the chance of assisting one of my closest peers," the words left him in well-articulated syllables, though the sentence also harbored a sliver of taunt.
The fire demon perceived the condescending tone in his voice and shot him a vehement glare. A growl built up in his chest before it rumbled from the back of his throat, "Shut up, Kurama. We both know you were itching for blood on your hands even before we came here. The prospect of slaughter probably even seemed appealing to you."
The fox provided a response in a form of an impertinent smile, his arms raised up in slight defeat as if to signify the truth behind Hiei's presumptions. The gesture caused Hiei to scrunch up his nose in disgust, despite the glimmer of merriment in his pools of crimson.
"You're disgusting," he scoffed after a while, but Kurama merely let out a small laugh. The chortle sounded chilling as it echoed in Hiei's ears.
"As are you. You can't tell me you didn't enjoy slicing through them at least a little," Kurama replied all too knowingly. After all, they were demons and by nature, they appreciated the notion of a fight. Much more when it would work to their favor. Admittedly however, Kurama's sadistic streak went beyond Hiei's comprehension.
Hiei rolled his eyes in slight irritation, but supplied Kurama's words with no answer, leaving them unjustified. He sheathed his sword back into its place. Kurama's assumptions would have rung as the cold truth if they had been uttered in the presence of the past him. But as he became acquainted with Yusuke and Kuwabara, he found that he no longer reveled in the pleasure of wreaking havoc everywhere he went. That said though, he did adore a nice little battle with a skillful enemy once a while. Too bad those were non-existent now that he was reduced to Mukuro's errand boy, doing nothing to spend his leisure days but going around punishing those who dared cross her. It was a boring routine, but Hiei grew to be accustomed to it. At least enough not to complain anymore - regardless, he still didn't like having the fact pointed out to him. Something Kurama apparently enjoyed doing in order to laugh at his expense.
"After all these years," Kurama started once he noticed Hiei's lack of desire to proceed with their previous conversation. It was a slight shame, "I can't believe that some demons still have the audacity to go against either Mukuro or Yomi," he remarked as he recalled his former partner disclosing a few intel here and there about a resistance attacking his keep as well. Mukuro was not the one being forced to handle rebellions.
The Demon World Tournament was held in order to predetermine the next ruler of Makai, and though anyone who was nonetheless still unsatisfied with Goki being the king could have achieved complete reign through the means of attaining victory in the tournament, there were still a bunch of demons unwilling to accept the method. They preferred to cause an uprising in foolish endeavors to overthrow everything. Kurama found it awfully stupid though that they would target Yomi and Mukuro first instead of charging straight ahead for Goki. That could have easily been the faster way yet they proceeded to shower the two smaller rulers of their own domains with continuous onslaught of disorder. The fox could not help but wonder if the parties executed held a grudge of some sort towards either Yomi or Mukuro, and if that was the reason they would blindly try to strike them down. It was not uncommon, after all, to gain a lot of enemies when they were living in Makai. A realm governed by its own desire for bloodbath.
"If you have demons still running around butchering others as if in dumb display of strength, then I feel like that's inevitable," Hiei sounded out a repulsed scoff from the back of his throat. "People get easily swayed by power. Both demons and humans alike. And I'm pretty sure Enma Daioh lets it get to his head as well."
"Hm," Kurama cocked his head in a thoughtful manner, "that's true, I suppose." He spun his head around to pin an amused gaze on the shorter demon. "Though I never would have expected you would go as far as helping Mukuro to this extent. Getting too attached, I reckon?"
A scowl was now plastered on Hiei's face, though the expression lost its intended effect as his cheeks weirdly flushed a slight rosy hue. "You will cease that annoying snickering this instant, Kurama," he snarled at his companion as the other began to expel a high-pitched set of laughter.
Kurama placed the back of his hand to his lips in order to stifle the giggles from coming out of him as he proceeded to return Hiei's heated stare with a mirthful gape. "You never know how to take a joke, Hiei. I suggest that you loosen up a bit, lest you'll scare off Mukuro."
Cold metal suddenly pressed against his jugular as Hiei unsheathed his katana from its confinement in one swift motion, promptly guiding the sharp weapon to Kurama's throat. "I'll loosen up when my sword goes through your stupid brain. That will keep you from spouting out foolish nonsense like that again."
And yet, the redhead was undeterred. He was used to Hiei's empty threats to know that he didn't mean it. Instead, he reached a hand out to touch the tip of the sword, calmly pushing it down and away from its dangerous position at his pulse point. Hiei sounded out a prominent grunt of frustration, and the grin quirking at the corners of Kurama's lips visibly enlargened.
"I always find your awkwardness to pursue a woman to be quite hilarious," Kurama teased and the dark expression on the fire demon's features considerably intensified.
Hiei was about to utter a snide remark, only to cut himself short as a bright red shade all of a sudden casted over the two of them. His black brows furrowed into a baffled frown before he lifted his head up, red irises widening at the sight of the blood crimson moon hovering over their heads. Kurama seemed to do the same and the two exchanged a knowing glance. This could only mean one thing.
"It's dangerous to stay here any longer," Hiei slid his katana back into its scabbard as his prior ire dissipated into thin air, taking its place was stern determination.
"Agreed." Kurama nodded his head once as he commanded his Rose Whip to disappear. "It's only a matter of time before everyone enters into a frenzy."
He surveyed his surroundings for any potential foes possibly lurking nearby. Noting no other demon energies aside from his and Hiei's, Kurama concluded that there was no threat and tilted his head once at his companion as if in a silent invitation to leave. Hiei caught the look and gave out a lopsided shrug as if to concur with his suggestion before the two of them disappeared into a blur. They two traveled back towards Mukuro's domain in breakneck speed, dashing past trees and deserted lands.
A scarlet-hued moon in the Demon World could only spell an impending doom. Whenever it would emerge from the sky, the events that would take place was called The Festival of Blood due to the heightened risks of demons submitting to their more animalistic instincts. They were like beasts going after everything and everyone. Mass murder was more frequent and those who had the calamity to have their mating seasons fall on such a day was reduced into nothing but monsters who would go around raping anyone they would come across, tearing their victims literally into two.
Stronger demons such as Kurama and Hiei had ample enough control over themselves not to give in to the whispers from the depths of their mind, but weaker ones gravitated towards wicked mania a lot faster. If they were to come upon combatants, the fox doubted that they would be hefty enough to defeat not only him, but Hiei as well. But it would be nevertheless exhausting to indulge in the bloody orgies that would soon take place, and Kurama would rather not stick around to see the extremities that would occur. It wasn't because he was afraid - if anything, he simply wanted to savor his strength so that he could return to his Botan as soon as possible. He fretted what would happen to her if left alone for too long. Although his place was undeniably the safest spot she could be in, a strong enough demon could break through the barrier without much effort. It was not fairly habitual for demons to target the human realm in their quests to quell their insanity, but it had happened a few times before nevertheless. When it did, there would always be news of sudden massacres in the city and the area where they reigned over with fear would always be overcome with panic. It would no doubt subside and the chances of a demon attacking Botan was relatively low, but Kurama wasn't willing to take the risk. He had to go back to her, if only to ascertain that no harm would or had befall her.
Kurama was about to step on a branch, only to stagger and almost lose his balance before he caught himself as an abrupt surge of pain striked at the middle of his chest. He fell to his knees, sweat beading his forehead and trickling down the side of his face as he clutched a hand over his shirt. He barely registered Hiei's alarmed call of his name and couldn't even afford to mouth out any words as his heart palpitated wildly in his chest. He lifted his head up to see Hiei muttering something, but failed to catch any words as his loud heartbeat started to ring in his ears. No. He shook his head furiously from side to side, red hair swaying angrily as he fought to regain his composure. This feeling was familiar, he knew what it was. He had to stop him from taking control.
But no matter what desperate efforts he grasped at in order to slow down the drumming inside his chest, he felt fox ears begin to sprout themselves at the top of his head. A pained groan escaped from his parted lips before he gritted his teeth, red eyebrows creased into a frustrated frown as he sought to push Youko back into his subconscious, albeit to no avail as a furry tail protruded from his rear end. Brown skin changed into pale white as scarlet mane became bleached in lustrous strands of silver, his form grew to be taller and more muscular, and a pair of smoldering gold replaced his pools of emeralds. From his peripheral vision, he could see Hiei take a few steps back from him, caution evident in his crimson orbs as he ogled wide-eyed at Kurama's kneeling figure. He opened his shaky lips apart to form out a coherent sentence, but not a word succeeded in leaving his throat as he expelled one last trembling breath before he collapsed.
Hiei, alerted by the thudding sound of Kurama falling face-first, snapped out of his trance, dread grabbing him at his sides at the notion of something bad happening to his friend. Still, he did not dare to proceed, and only observed with slight apprehension as clawed fingers flinched, before Youko slowly rose to his feet. His silver locks fell over him like a curtain before he lifted his gaze to meet Hiei's, his molten gold staring without a hint of emotion at the fire demon. There was a moment of pause as silence hung painfully around them, the air laced heavily with a mixture of fright and tension.
Youko's ears fluttered in interest as the scent of Hiei's distress intruded his nostrils, but agitation evidently glinted his golden irises. "Relax. I am not here to hurt you. I don't take interest in grumpy Jagan users."
Hiei's form remained in a rigid line as he continued to scan for any signs of menace in the fox's body language before he forced his body to slacken when he found not even a remnant of cruel intentions. His shoulders slouched down slightly once he was sure that Youko truly meant him no harm - but he kept both hands free at his sides, just in case. He wasn't completely certain that he could lower his guard around Youko. After all, despite his trusting demeanor around Kurama, his demon side was a different story altogether. In spite of sharing the same body, Kurama and Youko didn't seem to harbor the same personality - if anything the two even seemed to differ a little in values. Whereas Kurama was reserved and tended to be mild-mannered, Youko was patronizing and more outspoken. He doubted that Youko would do anything to him, but it couldn't hurt to be safe.
The fox caught on to the touch of dubious look lying dormant underneath his collected visage, and let out an irritated scoff. "You can position that silly sword of yours at my throat if that makes you feel any better. Relax your stance, you're getting on my nerves."
Surprise flitted over Hiei's features before he quickly squashed down the shock from entering his system. Though he had expected for Youko to be more vocal when it came to his thoughts and perceptions, he hadn't anticipated the former bandit to call him out just like that.
"You're…" he tried to say but trailed off as he pinned a confused stare on Youko's handsome countenance.
Youko seemed to understand his muted question without him needing to verbalize it out loud. "I'm not under the control of the moon, if that's what you're asking." A low and dangerous growl rumbled in his chest, the sound seeming to drip in impatience. "I find it quite offensive that you think I would let myself drown into madness, even though Shuichi obviously didn't. He's weaker than I am."
"Well, why are you here then?"
"As you may already know," Youko glided a hand into his bangs, allowing his silver fringe to slip between his fingers before he pulled them away, "the moon heightens your senses, and also your demon energy. It helped me enough to gain control. Although I must say, the swap was absolutely unintentional." He gave out a nonchalant shrug of his shoulder as he flopped down on the branch, one arm draping over a knee as he dangled his legs over the wooden structure. "When exposed to a large amount of demon energy, Shuichi's body involuntarily reverts to that of mine. Understand?"
Hiei nodded his head when implored to answer, albeit the motion was slow and hesitant as he digested the piece of information. Kurama had told him of such a thing before, therefore the probability of Youko spouting out convenient lies to convince him of his innocence was considerably slim. Regardless, he didn't permit himself to indulge in a moment of carelessness as he continued to peer at the other demon with a suspicious pair of crimsons.
"You're welcome to go back to Mukuro if you refuse to believe me. Shuichi's safety is secured as long as I'm in control anyway," Youko spoke with a tinge of chagrin evident in his rich and smooth timbre as he gestured with a hand extended forward as if to say go ahead, leave, I won't stop you. It wasn't as if the Jagan master was of any use to him anyhow. However, this display of nonchalance only lasted for a fraction of a second as a thought crossed his mind.
"I was about to even without your permission, fool," came Hiei's snorted retort as he shot a sharp glare at the fox's direction. But before he could leap away, Youko seized a firm hold on his forearm, effortlessly halting him in his tracks. "What do you want now?" he growled as he snapped his head back towards Youko with prominent irritation burning in his eyes, somewhat annoyed at Youko's abrupt change of behavior.
The fox wisely opted to ignore his angry howl as he seemed to consider something. A few moments absent of words passed between them before a slow smirk began to spread on Youko's lips, the grin anything but friendly as it laced with sinister undertones. Hiei had to suppress a shudder as he tried to tug his arm out of Youko's deadly grip, but his struggling was rendered in vain as his claws merely dug deeper into his skin as if in a silent order to keep still.
"Hey, Jagan master," Youko's voice was impartial, but Hiei discerned the disquieting tone latent underneath. "I was wondering, why don't you try probing into my thoughts?" he asked as he cocked his head to the side in an inquisitive manner.
Hiei suppressed the flinch that his body threatened to give out as he frowned down at the fox, the gears in his head reeling as he tried to process the reason behind the question.
Youko couldn't help it - though he would prefer if no one would come between him and his adorable little ferry girl, his own curiosity begged for him to find out. After all, Hiei was capable of figuring out everything by prodding into the mind of others, yet he never once suspected Kurama to be up to no good. Of course, Youko doubted that Hiei's ability extended to a point that he would be able to slip into the unfathomable depths of his mind, let alone read his line of musings, but he wanted to know how the fire demon would respond.
Hiei continued to mull over the probability of Youko scheming something against him, but decidedly didn't even attempt to use his powers to dissect his thoughts. He would be lying if he were to say that he had never tried to find out what laid dormant under Kurama's calm exterior - after all, the fox was an enigma and Hiei sought to pursue whatever bits of personal knowledge revolving him, if only to attain the small victory that he knew what others couldn't figure out. But he tended to stop himself out of sheer fright - he could feel a monster waiting to be unleashed everytime his eyes would land on his close friend, and would more than often shiver when the redhead's composed orbs would all of a sudden lose all hints of humanity in them. Rarely did Kurama let that part of him leak out into the surface, but when he did, Hiei would always be assaulted with an intense wave of anxiety - something no one else had ever managed to birth within him before. He would usually ignore it but as more time passed, the pool of dread began to build up even more in his gut. He had no desire to find out what could be inside the mind of such a diabolical person. And even during the infrequent times when Hiei had mustered up adequate grit to actually explore the recesses of Kurama's mind, he would always find himself unable to break through as a wall would regularly keep the fox's more private thoughts safeguarded from any potential intruders.
"Because you're fucked up, that's why," Hiei bellowed as he eventually yanked his arm out Youko's grasp, teeth grinding against each other as fear and wrath combined to create an odd whirlwind of emotions.
Youko arched an eyebrow at him but he didn't bother to wait for the other demon to speak as he pushed himself off the branch and proceeded to speed away back to Mukuro's keep. He needed to calm himself down through the means of picking another brawl with Mukuro. She was less scarier than both Kurama and Youko.
Piercing gold continued to ogle his form until it disappeared from Youko's sight. His ears once again twitched in slight excitement as he had caught the distinct fragrance of Hiei's trepidation only for a brief moment before he all but fled. No one would be capable of reading his thoughts, but he was confident in his skills to analyse the possible musings of others. After all, he had noticed Hiei's rare attempts to look through him more than once, but he would always silence the voice in his mind whenever he did. Still, his more sadistic streak couldn't help but want to see Hiei fidget to answer his inquiry. It was a delight to see such a proud and powerful Jagan master squirm in nothing but absolute terror.
Of course, there had been the risk of Hiei attempting to push his way into his mind and the chances of Youko's plans being found out could have been a lot higher if he had opted for such a dangerous route. That was assuming he could without escaping unscathed though. Regardless, Youko relished in the chase and the notion of a challenge. Not that Hiei would ever provide one, considering that no one would be able to probe into his reverie anyway, and even if he had been successful, Youko was more than capable of erasing his memories once again. He would do it as many times as it would take. As long as he had Botan in his arms, he would do anything. Stoop to anything. And no one would be able to get in his way.
A puddle of heat began to form in the pits of his stomach, lust burning in his loins as he recalled her delicious mewls of pleasure, the flushed skin at the top of her mounds as her breasts gave out a pleasant bounce and the expression on her face contorted into euphoria at its finest. A growl erupted from his throat as his tongue poked against the pointy tip of his fangs at the erotic imagery - already he could feel himself going over the edge just at the mere prospect of taking her. Hard and fast until she was rendered into a shivering, overstimulated mess. He craved to see her come undone so many times, begging and crying, not knowing whether to pull him deeper or push him away as he kept rutting into her. Youko's tail swayed harshly behind him as he quelled the urge to touch himself. Shuichi had been the one bedding her, but his eyes were Youko's, after all, and the silver-haired demon had the pleasure of being the front-row seat audience to the whole escapade. He had loved watching her drown in bliss, but yearned to be the one to drive her insane.
He laughed as he felt Shuichi kicking and roaring a string of savage curses at him from somewhere deep in his subconscious. He pushed the boy down deeper into his mind where he hopefully would never emerge from ever again, asserting dominance once more. The effects of the moon would take about 24 hours to finally abate and Youko had more than enough time to do whatever he wanted. And his mind instantly went to a certain ferry girl.
He licked his lips, the edges of his lips curving upwards to outline a menacing grin as he spoke to himself, voice chilling,
"You had your fun, Shuichi. Now it's my turn."
saillovelypines- Lol, you're like my biggest fan. That's cute, I love you ;).Though I do notice that people seem to really like this story, I guess it's just the allure of Dark Kurama lmao. Yup, she was pretty much still distraught over it lol, but she'll give in soon. I mean, who wouldn't give in to Kurama? XD Toys?...You made my mind go elsewhere. Well, all I can say is that the story WILL be getting a lot hotter, that's for sure. ;)
Shuichibotan- No, not really. I wouldn't know how to proceed with the story if he did lol. There's gonna be something else to the plot, I can assure you. Thank you for the support! :D
lovelyirl- Nah, Hana isn't going to come between them. Her relationship with Kurama is more like mentor/student or master/subordinate sense than anything else. Youko has appeared! I can't help but wonder if you asking that was because you could feel Youko coming into the picture lol.
WonderfulDemon123- Aww, happy to see you excited for my return lol. Sorry for the long wait, had some problems myself. I really don't think I deserve the praise though lmao.
h114- Yeah, the poor man suffered long enough lmao. Lol I hope you enjoyed the smut though! I do tend to make them a bit too detailed XD. That's true lol, but she'll give up fighting him sooner or later. There's going to be... circumstances which will lead to that.
Tashio- ...From the way you talk, I really can't tell if you're being serious or sarcastic lol. No offense taken though. But no, he's not going to be interested in other women. :)
malo.bad- Well, thank you for taking the time to leave a review then! I appreciate it :). And I appreciate the support you give to my stories as well. I'm glad you think they're good even though I feel like I could do better lol. Tbh, Volpone sort of did inspire me to write this darkfic in the first place, though I think mine is probably a little nicer than hers lmao. Those questions will lead to spoilers if I answer them, so you're going to have to read to find out. XD